If only “a couple of airplanes hijacked by terrorists” physically could have done this. The truth that is evident to anyone who dares to seriously look … is infinitely more horrifying.

The depths of human sociopathy are impossible to plumb. SURELY there is no human being on this planet who would even conceive of such a thing. Let alone plot it out – necessarily over many months and in plain sight of those whom they intended to kill – and then … do it.

But, there were. And, they did. Their Lord Satan gave them orders, which they obeyed.

There is still a group of attorneys in New York who are still doggedly pursuing truth, disclosure and Justice. There is no statute of limitations for “murder in the first degree.”

Those victims were innocent. May they rest in peace.

I was in Portland – still in bed actually. Like I always did I turned on the TV to see what was going on in the world. Just then the 2nd plane hit and I thought “our lives are changed forever”.

I have started to look at this day differently with each passing year.

May god be with everyone, heart and soul this day affected. Those that paid the price that day, and those that have paid the price since.

Amen.

9/11/2001
The Sound of Silence

I remember the start of a sadness that has never stopped.

I was stationed in Miami, normal day working on a helicopter. I looked around and everyone was gone from the hangar deck. Followed someone into the break room where everyone was and watched the second plane hit on TV. The mood was mostly disbelief and anger. Everything changed. That morning you could leave base and come back without ID because you were in uniform and the gate guards know you, by lunch you could not. Security was the new name of the game, innocence lost.

I’m in Oregon. The news was on, I was sitting down putting on my work boots, my wife was putting in a load of laundry. When I seen the second plane hit the tower I told my wife, “We are at war”. I stayed home from work and watched the days events.
I put in blank VCR’s and recorded what I could, knowing it was an historic event. We no longer have a VCR to play them.

I lived in NJ and was going to school in NY – Columbia. I was on my way to the “city” when I heard a plane “crashed” into the WTC. I thought it was an accident with a traffic chopper or something. As to NY traffic go worse and soon more details were coming out. We eventually turned around and I went back home and turned on the television to the horror. I spent the next four days in a haze frightened and praying and watching the smouldering remains of the towers – I could see them from my window.

Did not know a lot about islam but like President Trump I did see the practitioners dancing in the streets in NJ.

I still remember that moment frozen in time and I will never forget the FIGHT on J13.

We remember the brave souls and victims of this horrific day but yet here we are 23 years later and our borders are wide open. It’s an invitation for terrorists. It’s infuriating thinking about this today and every day.

I had stopped in a patient’s room on the way out…they thought it was a TV movie at first….

I remember is looking up at the Sears and Hancock Towers as I was leaving a well known urban hospital (after a long shift)….and trying to get out of Dodge as the mayor started the ‘unannounced’ evacuation but evident shutdown of businesses etc…adding extra trains and buses…of the city. Desperate to get home to my children….fearing an attack in Chicago…

When the second tower was hit….I was on I-55, in bumper to bumper traffic, parallel to Midway Airport…

And the eerie lack of airplanes overhead…

It still makes me numb…

A maritime friend lost many friends in both towers…(related to insurance and finance aspects of the maritime industry).

Beautiful poem, Sundance…

No, we must have the endurance to remember.

At my former house watching on TV as it unfolded. Watching in real time as the second tower was hit and all of the buildings coming down.

Thinking how all of it was so surreal, and yet having the presence that something just didn’t seem right in general and even then thinking that the manner in which those buildings fell seemed suspicious even that first day, particularly Bldg 7 and recalling the several controlled demolitions I had witnessed in the Atlanta area during that era and how they appeared to match almost exactly what I had previously witnessed.

Cold anger and despair.

May all of those souls rest in peace!!!

The company that I worked was hospitality oriented. Heard on the radio the plane hit a Building and went to a nearby motel that had TV in the lobby. Watched the second plane hit. I was devastated. Shortly after drove to Chicago for a meeting and at a nice downtown hotel, we were the only folks staying. Those are the good memories.

The bad memories are the jumpers. Never forget.

Sundance speaks loudly with what he states and with what he chooses not to state. I’d be curious if he’d be up for an in-depth research project on this topic, similar to his Benghazi project. Godspeed, good sir.

After Biden continued to pursue friendly relations with the Saudis even after the petrodollar agreement expired, I’m now fully convinced that 9/11 was an inside job. Sure, 19 hijackers affiliated with al-Qaeda hijacked four planes, crashed them, and killed 3,000 people. And sure, WTC 1, 2, and 7 collapsed naturally rather than by controlled demolition. But it was still an inside job, because the Bush clan (and probably also the Clinton clan) saw bin Laden’s plot and then pulled as many strings as possible to ensure it succeeded. They wanted a “New Pearl Harbor”, and bin Laden was their useful idiot.

I was at work, in my office. A customer ran in and said “turn on the tv, a plane crashed into the World Trade Center”. I said what? And turned it on just in time to see the 2nd plane hit.

At that moment, all I wanted was to know where my children were because this was a plan by someone to attack America. That was reinforced as soon as I learned of the planes at the Pentagon and in PA.

I was in my sophomore year of high school when this happened, and it solidified my intention to go into the military.

Today is also the three year anniversary of finding out I had to get out of the military; our leadership had to read us an order from SecAF directing everyone to go get the COVID shot on Saturday morning of that month’s drill. I refused, asked for a medical waiver on account of breastfeeding my infant at the time, and finding out that the only permitted medical exemption was for having a heart attack from the first shot. (True story: the Air Force also classified that guidance, probably so nobody could leak it to the press). As that was right after the Biden withdrawal disaster, it bookended the whole thing for me.

I’ll never forget seeing those towers explode on the morning news. It’s even more of a tragedy that so many American lives were wasted in trying to bring those who did it to justice. (At least, that’s what we all believed and that’s why people signed up.) I don’t think I’ll ever forgive the people in power for how badly they abused so many of us.

I was working outdoors at church, and heard on someone’s car radio that something big had happened. It sounded bad, but it seemed to me that the best thing to do was to keep on working.

I will always wonder whether the buildings could have survived the attack had the Port Authority not systematically removed all the original asbestos insulation from the internal steel infrastructure and replaced it all with spray-on foam insulation, which was blown off in the crashes. Not sure how one would do the engineering to figure it out, so I will always wonder.

The day Evil came to us and it stayed.
Thank you for the 💔 remembrance Sundance and the beautiful poem. 🥰

You asked what memories were most vivid.

You already posted the photos of the doomed people choosing an alternate death.

I would add the president continuing to read the children’s storybook.

I was sitting in traffic on 395 North driving to a meeting with my team and Govt officials at what was then the INS. By then both towers in NYC had been struck by planes. As I was just one exit away from where you can exit for the Pentagon, I saw a lot of black smoke and thought oh know another car accident, now I will be late for my meeting at INS. Sadly, it wasn’t a car accident but a plane that hit the Pentagon. Needless to say, it was clear we wre under attack and my only thought was to get home quickly.

I used to correspond very occasionally with Scott Horton of anti-war.com and I commented about this film that they should have left the “truth” out of the title so it wouldn’t be associated with the stupid “truther” garbage. Amazingly, it just so happened that his wife was associated in some way with this film and had asked them to avoid that, too, for exactly the same reason. They didn’t listen. 

9/11: Press for Truth

In 9/11 PRESS FOR TRUTH, five of the most prominent members of the Family Steering Committee, including interviews with three of the “Jersey Girls,” tell their story for the first time, providing the most powerful argument yet for why 9/11 still needs investigation. Adapting Paul Thompson’s definitive Complete 9/11 Timeline (published by Harper-Collins as The Terror Timeline), the filmmakers stitch together rare, overlooked news clips, buried stories, and government press conferences, revealing a pattern of official lies, deception, and spin.

The political becomes personal in 9/11: Press for Truth, which examines the World Trade Center attacks from the perspective of the families who lost loved ones. Written and directed by Ray Nowosielski, the documentary draws partly from Paul Thompson’s website-turned-book, The Terror Timeline, and much of the commentary comes from Lorie Van Auken, Patty Casazza, and Mindy Kleinberg, three of the “Jersey Girls.” Along with Kristen Breitweiser, the 9/11 widows have become activists in its wake. As Casazza says, “We all had questions…and wanted answers.” The primary one was: How could this happen? Interestingly, two of the women voted for Bush. Casazza adds, “Even though he should have been our biggest advocate, he turned into one of our biggest adversaries.” Together with eight other spouses, parents, etc., they form the Family Steering Committee and lobby for an independent commission, which comes to pass, but fails to deliver the goods. The widows find more useful information in Thompson’s timeline, which he compiled using material in the public domain (Thompson also appears in the film). The style of 9/11: Press for Truth couldn’t be more conventional–talking heads, television footage, omniscient narrator, relentless score–but the personal approach makes it a valuable addition to the rapidly-growing list of 9/11 documentaries. The point is, to quote Patti Smith, “people have the power”–people like the Jersey Girls, Paul Thompson, and all the other ordinary citizens who have kept pressure on our elected officials and the news media to dig deeper and work harder. — Kathleen C. Fennessy

9/11: Press For Truth (53:25)
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In Colorado, dropping my daughter off for 1st grade, radio on.
Hey, wow, a plane crashed into the twin towers. That’s weird.
That’s kind of hard to do, was that an accident?
Wait, a second plane hit the other tower?
Uh-oh.

I remember walking into the living room and my room mate telling me that “the TransAmerica building just got hit by a jet!”

She was obviously wrong, we lived in the Bay Area at the time.

I watched some more, saw the second plane hit, and went to work at an elementary school. Numb.

Everyone there was in shock.

Admin went room to room that morning and told us NOT to talk about it with our students.

The rest of the day was a blur, as almost all of us were constantly filling each other in,

and classes were set to autopilot. I remember there being a lot more absences of teachers that day.

A lot of subs, admin in the rooms.

I lived on Long Island from about 1996-2000. My former wife often had meetings in the building. She was actually there at the 1993 incident. The day 9/11 happened (Tuesday) she was supposed to have a meeting in the 90s floor. On Monday, it was postponed to Wednesday. I think she lost 6-7 friends in the office where her meetings were (the second tower hit). She told the story of the small office staff began walking down the many stairs. Then the “all clear” was announced. All of the office except secretary turned back. The secretary who you never saw not with the office manager (in the business setting) continued walking. She survived. Never saw the others again.

Wifes brother knew many people in Cantor Fitzgerald. Probably lost dozens of friends and acquaintances. I think 99.

I lived and worked in Mineola near the Long Island Railroad. That town and points east were home to many first responders. I still had contact with folks from office. They said there were multiple funerals every day for weeks.

I was at work in Duluth Georgia. Heard about the first one (thought was “accident), then saw the second hit on computer………….

I was at work, just finishing up a conference call, when a coworker poked his head in and said: “A plane just hit one of the World Trade Center buildings”. We both headed to the dining room where large screen TVs played the news all day. I watched as the 2nd building was hit.
By then, the dining room was full, maybe 200 people. You could have heard a pin drop.

https://theconservativetreehouse.com/blog/2011/09/11/remembered/#more-18938

I was at work at CFTC in Washington. I saw the second plane hit on live tv. Then we saw out the window from our 10th floor (top floor for buildings in DC) the smoke from the plane hitting the Pentagon. CFTC’s New York office was on the 37th floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center – thankfully, all of my colleagues were evacuated safely. One of my DC colleagues was scheduled to be in the Cantor Fitzgerald office on floors 101 to 105 of the North Tower, which had 649 people dead, 347 evacuated, and 9 missing . . . but his cab was delayed in New York traffic so he hadn’t arrived by the time of the attack. DC evacuation was proved to be impossible that day – it took me five hours to drive from downtown West End DC to myngirlfriend’s house in upper Northwest, often taking 15-30 minutes to drive one block. Two or three days later, a network news program, I believe CBS, interviewed the controllers on duty at Reagan Airport at the time of the Pentagon attack, and they said they saw the plane head down the Mall going east at very low altitude, circle back, and then go hit the Pentagon. They believed the plane was trying to hit the White House, but the inexperienced terrorist pilots who were flying low and fast couldn’t find it in the trees surrounding it.

We lost normal life that day (though the process had been going on for a long time before, maybe since President Wilson), and we have never recovered it.

I was in Florida visiting my mom at her home on Hutchinson Island. She got a call from her friend — “turn on the TV. A place has flown into the World Trade Center building.”

We turned the tv on and watched in total horror and shock as the second plane struck the second building.

The emotional scar never goes away.

I am glad my mom wasn’t alive to hear the truth about who allowed this to happen on our soil. that is an emotional scar that will never leave me also.

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I was in Auburn, AL in my last semester of my undergrad sitting in my apartment. I still have a framed copy of the front page of the USA TODAY hanging in my office.

(Wednesday, Sept 12th, Special Edition ‘Act of War’ Terrorist Strike; death toll ‘horrendous’.

Never Forget!

We were living in L.A. at the time. I’d ridden a red-eye into L.A. from Atlanta. I slept late. I walked out of our apt, headed for coffee and the man who lived up front met me on the sidewalk and asked, “Do you know what happened?” I said, “Whaddaya mean, “happened?” He said, “The World Trade Center is gone.” I said, “Whattaya mean, “Gone.” He said, “Gone. Go look.” So I went back inside and turned on the teevee and saw what he was talking about. I watched and wept for 15 minutes, collected myself and headed for the coffee across the street. A supermarket with a good deli. I walked in the market. It was silent. No cashiers were at the registers. I walked down one of the deserted aisles, seeing no one until I turned a corner. There I met a tall, swarthy man, dressed in the black sliver-fledged regalia of Muslim royalty. His hand was on the gleaming hilt of a sheathed sword. We stopped and faced each other. No other persons were anywhere in sight. The swarthy man and I were silent, observing one another intently. Was he considering taking my head there and then? Did God by His goodwill, spare my life? To this minute, I believe so. I went elsewhere for coffee. JFK being murdered, the Challenger spacecraft incinerating those people, 9/11. Three events thoughts of which engender pangs of grief & rage every time.

My parents were in town visiting our new baby, who was 1 month old. I remember holding tight to all of my family that day. Now, my son is 23 years old and both of my parents are gone. And I see our country on the verge of collapse like those mighty twin towers.

I was at work (Fortune 100 desk job) wondering why everyone was leaving their cubes. Eventually I followed the crowd to a wall mounted monitor that had been rigged to show the news. The images didn’t seem like they could be real. Before long, word was passed that we should just go home.

It took quite a while before I grasped that the world had changed drastically, and many years before I understood that my own government exploited the attack to dismantle our rights, freedoms, and way of life.

I had risen early to take my wife to the hospital for surgery. As I waited for her to come out of surgery, one of the morning network shows on the waiting room TV was interrupted by breaking news. When I saw the second plane hit, I knew it was a terror attack. Now after COVID, global lockdowns, and the exposure of our rigged uniparty elections, what happened 23 years ago makes sense.

I was heavily pregnant, 3 weeks away from giving birth to my first baby. Living in Middle TN so I felt a world away but so sad and shocked about what was happening.

I remember most thinking that I was overreacting and got onto a pregnancy chat board. Most women on the board were from the UK and they were just as devastated as I was.
Same child, born in Oct 2001 while the world was still grieving, was a high school senior missing his graduation ceremony in 2020 because of yet another black swan event.

These kids of 2001, luckily, are resilient and strong.

I was on vacation on Kuai, the Hawaiin Island. After breakfast on 9/11, I walked through the hotel lobby and noticed people crowded around a TV. I thought little of it. Then, in the parking lot, a saw the American Flag at half mast. I thought VP Chaney must have had a fatal heart attack. I was wrong.

Schools in Fredrick county VA closed today due to some vague threat against schools? Any other similar shutdowns today elsewhere?

The timing is a yellow flag. Debate / election shenanigans? If it’s only local, Ok. If not, I am always suspicious all the time.

At the time I was a member of Millwrights Local 1263 in Atlanta. On the 11th I was working in Carrolton, Ga. at the Sony Manufacturing plant hanging off the side of a silo we were taking down. They were relocating the plant to Mexico thanks to NAFTA. I remember we took a break and went into the lunchroom and the news was all over the tv’s hanging off the walls. Hard to fathom at the time. I remember going back outside and not seeing a single plane in the sky for the rest of the day.

In remembrance of Bob Dolan, with whom I served so long ago now, killed in the Pentagon strike.

Rest easy mate.

On 9/11/01 hub & I were still living in Somerset County, NJ, listening to morning radio. Immediately turned on the TV after radio host started relaying word of planes hitting the twin towers. Was glued to the tv all day. The next day I remember seeing a haze beginning to cover the blue skies & a smoky smell I will never forget. People were calling local fire companies to find out where a “fire” was burning. That’s when we realized the wind had shifted where the tower piles were burning. It was the smell of debris & incinerated victims of this tragedy. God bless them all.

On west coast, alarm went off, I listened to Bob Edwards on NPR tell listeners a plane had struck the first tower. My first thought: isn’t it interesting that Congress is arguing the defense bill this week? Imagining the (evil) VP at that time engineering an event to drive his side of the argument.

When the second tower came down I called my parents, who were in college at time of Pearl Harbor, to ask if they ever imagined such an attack happening a second time in their lifetimes?

As a liberal in deep blue area at that time, I had questions but 60-hour work weeks in the Corporate world used up most of my available energy.

As often happens, I am reminded by Sundance’s eloquence of aspects my mind hasn’t considered.

May the Peace that passes all understanding reside in all hearts.

I remember I was consulting at a pill factory near Princeton NJ. A few of us went to the roof of the tallest building and watched the smoke billowing up into the sky.

I didn’t know it at the time, but my friend and college roommate was killed instantly when the plane hit the second tower.

He had called me out of the blue two weeks before, we hadn’t caught up in awhile.

We spent two hours just talking about life and our hopes for the future.

I was devastated at the time, but looking back I realized that call was a blessing from God.

I was getting ready for work here on the West Coast. Had CNBC on watching the morning coverage of the stock market. Saw the live feed of #2 hit. I was working on a fighter project at the time. Suffice it to say I was motivated at work for the rest of my career.

At the time I lived near a small town in West PA and after watching the 2nd plane hit the 2nd tower, I jumped in my truck and headed for town 25 minutes away to pick up my children from school. I wanted to make sure they heard about what was happening from my wife and me, not a teacher. While stopped at a light near my children’s school, I looked up and saw Flight 93 performing a U Turn and as I watched it banked steeply and then head southeast over the laurel mountains. A few minutes later it would invert and crash at Shanksville.

I had just taken one child to school. I walked in the house and said something to my husband while he was watching television. He told me to “shut up”, a first. All he could do was point at the tv. I immediately fell to the ground and began to pray. As I was on my way to take my second child to preschool, I heard on the radio the second tower was hit. As I was getting my son out the preschool teachers were all crying. I was just simply numb!
My husband and I were extremely worried because his sister was living just blocks away from the towers and we couldn’t get through to her.

My daughter recounts it this way, she was 8 at the time. She had been chosen to speak over the loudspeaker at the school that day to recount important events. She was very excited and nervous. While in the school office, She was told it was cancelled. Everyone in the office was watching a tv and crying. My daughter saw the devastation on the television as well. When she was finally allowed to go back to class, the Principal asked her to please not mention it to her classmates.

We all lost a bit of our innocence that day. The country as a whole became desensitized after the events on 9/11/2001 and the destruction we witnessed in Iraq and Afghanistan in the following two decades.

At a hotel in downtown Seattle. Woke up to the reports, and immediately thought we will be bombing someone by dinner time. I remembered the first trade center bombing and was surprised that anyone was surprised.

I couldn’t get a flight home, had to rent a car to return to San Diego. I am now ashamed I got sucked up in the lies.

One very-foggy night, a WW2 bomber actually slammed into the Empire State Building, and got stuck(!) there. The structural integrity of the building was not compromised.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1945_Empire_State_Building_B-25_crash

The aircraft were different, but the fuel was essentially the same.

Hubby called from work to say turn on the TV. I did, then turned it off. It felt Evil, Orchestrated. I carried on with normal daily activities and led a meeting that evening. I thought defiantly: “they are not going to succeed in their attempt to ruin my life”. The media pounded on the event for months, over the top obsession.

I worked at a high-end audio/video/home theater store. We were a small company…about 30 employees back then. Sales staff, installers, designers, and admin-office staff. One of the sales guys came running back to the offices to tell everyone a plane had hit one of the twin towers. The sales staff had just turned on all the huge TV’s on display in that “TV Room”. They always had all the TV’s playing the same station. Anyway, we all ran to the front of the store where the TV’s were and were standing there agape as the one tower was burning. THEN the 2nd plane hit the other tower!!!!!!!! None of us could breathe! And, we ALL KNEW we were under attack! By mid-afternoon, we had heard all air travel was ceased, and our store being only a few miles from Raleigh/Durham Airport…it was very surreal that there were no planes in the air. We ALL basically bumped into each other for the next several days. Terrible Days.

This is always such a difficult day even 23 years later. I was working in downtown Chicago right across from the Sears Tower. Had just sat down to my desk with my coffee when a colleague came in my office and said “we are evacuating the building”. Shocked doesn’t even begin to describe my reaction. He went on to tell me several planes had been hijacked and one had crashed into one of the WTC towers. So, we evac’d the building and headed for the trains at Union Station which were backed up for miles with panicked passengers trying to get on a train and out of downtown Chicago. Still holding my coffee I found a seat at the bar in one of Union Station’s underground bars, where we all watched on live TV as the second plane hit the WTC. Maybe an hour later we watched as the first WTC tower fell. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind we were under attack.

Fast forward a couple of days and I find out that 35 to 40 of my colleagues at one of the firm’s in the WTC had died in the attack. Talked to our sales rep and he told a riveting story of how he just made it out of his WTC office tower when the other tower fell. To this day I can vividly recall him stating that the loudspeakers were telling everyone to go back up to their offices, everything was OK. To his credit he called his wife and she told hi what was happening and he got the H out of there. Sadly, about a third of his firm was lost that day including a heartbreaking story of an analyst and a group of perhaps ten others who were in an elevator going down when one of the planes hit their building. Only a single person from that elevator, a female analyst, was able to squeeze through a small opening and make it out of the building. The rest of them perished.

Over the last 23 years it seems as if the country has forgotten all about the 9/11 attacks, which is sad. Conspiracy theories continue to circulate blaming GW Bush, et al, which diminshes the sacrifice of the 3,000 or so killed in the attacks. I recall a short – very short – period of time when the country appeared to come together as one a few weeks after the attacks with pols putting aside their political differences to focus on the US of A. Sadly, those days are also far gone in the distant memory, replaced with the utter division and politicalization of everything we have today.

Rest in peace, those killed by evil terrorists on 9/11. I for one have not forgotten you nor will I ever forget. Wish more of America felt this way.